Who: Frank Ellis & Evan Hendricks When: Thursday, June 16 around lunchtime What: A business call - two days late - at Evan’s place.
The day had been perfect to get out on the Triumph and after some thought, Frank figured out how to get the plans for the brownstone all the way out to Waltham without folding them. He'd opted to take along the paper blueprints though he did find the digital version he’d been given to be left with the contractor in case one of Evan's ideas struck his fancy. Ultimately, he knew what was going to have to happen as he emptied the long leather pool cue carrying case and set the custom stick aside to slip the plans in. He was just going to have to get rid of some clothes.
But, until that unhappy day, he had a contractor who was willing to turn unused space and a good sum of money into what amounted to a dressing room for a life he wasn't sure he was even interested in anymore. Truth was, he was going over more because he owed the guy a visit for being unable to visit him in the hospital than for the whole storage space idea. There were just some friendships that needed excuses to maintain and he pondered that as he wound his way towards Waltham with the case holding the plans slung across his back. The trip wasn’t nearly long enough to calm the restless wanderer in his soul and as he pulled off the turnpike following the directions he’d gotten from Evan when he’d called that morning to see if Thursday worked as well as Monday would have, Frank couldn’t help but feel the pull of the open road beyond.
Those days were over and he stopped to fill the tank and check his map with the closest local he could nab. The directions Evan had provided were good and with a nod of thanks, he was on his way with a wave and the rumble of the motorcycle’s engine. The dinosaur and he wound their way together through a town that was much like the others he’d seen on his travels, putting miles on the engine and seeing places most people didn’t know existed. When he finally found the house, Frank ended up overshooting the drive and had to circle back to park, killing the engine with the turn of a key and taking time to settle the bike firmly on the kickstand before pulling off the helmet and running his hands over his hair. It was the first time he’d been out here and he unzipped the leather jacket as he plucked something from the saddlebag before heading for the front door.